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Post by {Kraftmektig-Hauk} on Jan 1, 2011 0:05:19 GMT -5
Isaac grimaced at the pain that shot up his wrist from his finger. He willed the finger to heal, and it obeyed willingly, bending back into place, the bone healing. "Oops, I guess I did drop it," he replied to her.
"Ah, but fooling is the best," he whispered. "And I doubt you would mind having some fun before you kill me, right?" Chuckling, he brought a hand to her, caressing her neck lightly, running his fingers down her chest until he reached her torn dress. His eyes danced along the rip. Using both hands, he took the edges of each side of the tear and gave a tug, satisfaction creeping up his spine as he heard the sound of the dress ripping further.
"Let us have some fun before you have to steal my soul, my pet," he breathed. He gave one last, hard yank on the dress, tearing the top completely open. He cupped her breasts in his hands, leaning down and running his tongue between them, rising up to kiss her shoulder. He was half tempted to leave a hickey on her shoulder, but decided to leave it on her neck instead. That would be seen more by others, and he wanted to leave his mark.
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Post by Rose~Thorn on Jan 1, 2011 0:35:26 GMT -5
Chastisity immediately felt intense outrage as the man ripped her dress open. She felt her hand twitch, and she had to struggle mentally to keep herself from smacking him. But she stayed still, not rigid, but not loose either. She disapproved of the actions that followed, but didn't necessarily want them to stop. She let him touch her for only a few seconds more before grabbing his hair from the back and giving it a sharp yank, pulling his mouth from her neck. She slid her hand down from his hair to his neck, stroking his shoulder.
"Now now, you mustn't be so greedy and impatient." she murmured, her other hand moving toward the middle of his pants. If he insisted on this game, she may as well play along and enjoy herself.
"I really don't think we should be doing this," she whispered to him, only pretending to be worried. "I'm a daemon, you're an angel." Her large, worried red eyes looked up into his, deep within them the sly, impish glint, as her hand busied itself with his pants. She had to return the favor after all.
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Post by {Kraftmektig-Hauk} on Jan 1, 2011 1:09:43 GMT -5
"Don't be impatient, huh?" Isaac chuckled. "Yet you were very comfortable coming into my home and groping me on the spot." He smiled. His body was hardly reacting to the way the succubus touched him. But he decided to give her something to work with and hummed a soft moan.
"Come now, my pet," he purred. "I know that you aren't actually concerned. And I am no angel, after all. Just a mere half breed." He cupped her face in his hands, kissing her nose. His hands left her face, one resting on her shoulder, the other lightly grabbing her wrist and pulling her hand from his crotch.
"The boy's human side is stirring," he groaned. "We cannot play for long, pet. Sadly, I cannot keep him down, only at bay." He was talking as if he were a whole different person, only seated in this body. "But I've had fun playing."
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Post by Rose~Thorn on Jan 1, 2011 1:19:56 GMT -5
Chastisity bit down hard on her tongue, keeping herself from snapping at him about calling her "pet". That name was pissing her off. Mainly because if you wanted to fool around with her, you were her bitch. Not the other way around.
"If only we could have had more fun." she said mournfully, inside cheering in glee. "I can't let you go just yet." she whispered to him, reminding herself this was only for the power it would bring. She grabbed his head from behind, pulling his mouth to hers. Immediately her open mouth was filled with the intoxicating, alluring, intriguing taste of lust and pleasure. She let the waves of strength roll into her for only a few moments before pulling away and giving him a sly smile.
"Try not to miss me." she whispered.
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Post by {Kraftmektig-Hauk} on Jan 1, 2011 1:46:44 GMT -5
Isaac smiled into her kiss. "I will try my best," he whispered in return. His eyes suddenly brightened, taking on their familiar baby blue color. Exhausted from forcing the angelic nature down, Isaac collapsed.
The nature roiled within him, ready to pounce again.
Isaac lifted his head slowly, looking up at the succubus. His eyes instantly shot away. "Well, I feel whorish," he grumbled. He wasn't expecting to come back to boobs. Lady parts were gross. There was just something about them that made his stomach turn.
Isaac's wings ruffled, expanding. They beat the air once, creating a fierce wind, lifting Isaac back onto his feet. If not for the makeup, she would be able to see the violet rims under his eyes.
"Okay, lady," he grumbled, "I have no clue what you were just doing with my angelic nature, but I'm done giving you something to chase." He sighed, closing his eyes for a heartbeat. "Let's bargain."
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Post by Rose~Thorn on Jan 1, 2011 1:53:55 GMT -5
Chastisity perked up. A bargain. She might do that. Screw Satan.
Hm...one thing I've never tried. But it's now on the top of my To "Do" List. she thought to herself, wanting to laugh, but completely serious about the screw Satan part.
She cocked her head at the boy. "What bargain?" she asked, trying not to sound too pleased with the idea. Bargains and sex were her only weaknesses. But they worked usually. And both together, well she would give almost anything for that.
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Post by {Kraftmektig-Hauk} on Jan 1, 2011 13:16:25 GMT -5
Isaac tipped his head to the side, holding down a groan of annoyance. At least she was listening, but he didn't have the first clue as to what she liked. Well, she obviously likes sex, his mind added thoughtfully. But there was no way in Hell he was giving her that.
"Well, what does your heart desire?" he asked her. "Anything you want, or any place you want to go. You name it, and I'll get it for you." His angelic nature was screaming at him, spitting and hissing out how much of a fool Isaac was. You moron! it hissed in the native Nephilim tongue, something that would sound like gibberish to any other being. She's dangerous, and you're bribing her? Have you lost your mind? Isaac ignored the heavenly part of him.
"I can't give you sex," he said firmly, "But I can find you someone that will."
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Post by Rose~Thorn on Jan 1, 2011 14:22:59 GMT -5
Chastisity just laughed at him. She wasn't much into games, and she didn't plan on playing this one. She didn't want much. Just the usual things succubi and inccubi wanted; sex and desire. She knew that gay young man couldn't give her either, and franky she wouldn't bother anyway, he really wasn't her type.
Now that other side of him wansn't so bad. Chastisity mused in her head.
Turning her attention back to the insolent boy, Chastisity smirked. "Why would I bargain with you? Whatever you can offer me so can Satan, and he can offer more." she said, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively at the last part of her comment.3
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Post by {Kraftmektig-Hauk} on Jan 1, 2011 15:08:34 GMT -5
Isaac felt a growl build up in his throat, but he shoved it down. All she did was talk about the Morningstar.
An idea hit him. He tipped his head back a little and laughed, a full, loud, amused laugh. "He has you fooled, doesn't he? What has he actually given you? You can't say souls, because those were given to you by the people you steal them from. And your desires come from them as well. You were born what you are by the act of sex between your parents." He pointed upward, to gesture to God. "For all we know, that guy's just a myth, and the Morningstar would be, too. What proof do you have that he exists? Have you actually seen him? Or had sex with him? The 'missions' he gives you could just be in your head. It's called schizophrenia."
Isaac felt as if something were biting his stomach. He knew his angelic nature was in utter shock at his words, and was going to hurt him for it. The pain in his stomach was harsh, but he would be able to hold it. He tried to tell it that he wasn't being serious, but it just continued to thrash withing him.
"Honestly, I don't think that the Morningstar - or even God for that matter - has ever proved themselves real."
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Post by Rose~Thorn on Jan 1, 2011 15:32:05 GMT -5
Chastisity laughed, a harsh, guttural bark. She laughed until she could hardly breath, bent over, struggling to compose herself. After a few minutes of breathless laughing, she straightened.
"Everything you just said is completely irrelevant. I am a spirit. A daemon. I have no parents. This body was never born. It was created. Like me. My only 'parent' is Satan. He has shown himself to me. My home when I'm not here is the Underworld. I was never born, he created me, and millions of others, from his own soul." she said, narrowing her eyes at him.
In a matter of seconds she was gone. She hadn't teleported anywhere or became invisible, she was simply energy. Pure, vibrating energy with no substance. Her natural form. A spirit. A ghost. Then, she summoned energy to her, bringing back her human form, but it was different this time. It was the same body, but the long black hair was twice the length, scraping along the ground, feathers and blue beads woven into the long strands. Her torn dress was replaced by a tight, exposing blue and black corset with a long, flowing black skirt that seemed to be made from feathers. On her shoulder rested a raven, its beady red eyes seemingly human.
Chastisity laughed, twirling around, exposing her whole body, showing off her transformation. Then she was gone again. This time she reappeared right behind Isaac. She grabbed his shoulders, her long black nails pressing sharply against his shirt. She brought her head to his neck, inhaling deeply and flicking her forked tongue out, making a hissing sound. She licked his neck, digging her nails into his skin.
"I am far from a mortal like you. I will never die. I will never age if i so choose. I am the devil's puppet. He is my master." she whispered in his ear.
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Post by {Kraftmektig-Hauk} on Jan 2, 2011 15:05:20 GMT -5
Isaac cried out in pain as her knife-like nails buried into his skin. His wings flailed, pounding against her body with a ton of force. He quickly turned and his wings slapped her away.
"Then you are nothing at all," he hissed. His voice had taken on the dark tone of his angelic nature. "You are nothing but a mere servant, a lowly, pitiful servant to the Morningstar. I feel pity for you. Such a lowly life form, serving that of something that once was a part of the Creator. Lucifer was the greatest of angels until he became foolish." Isaac turned to face her, his eyes so dark they were almost black. But this time, the angelic nature was not interested in the succubus. "What does it feel like to serve something that should have been destroyed, that should have never left God's side?"
Isaac's body twitched. The human within him wanted out again. His angelic nature folded him deeper into his embrace, and he sat still, waiting. "It is the pitiful life forms like yourself that are a disgrace to the world," he hissed in the voice of the Messenger, native to Nephilim and angels. He knew that the deamon wouldn't understand, but he didn't mind. "May the Lord of Lords wipe your foul features and odors from His kingdom."
With a soft sigh, Isaac's angelic nature rested, allowing Isaac to resurface. "So tell me," he asked softly in English, "how does it feel to serve the Morningstar, but walk through lands that were created by God?"
OOC:: I looked at Chastisity's bio. She's afraid of God? Whoa.
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Post by Rose~Thorn on Jan 2, 2011 17:19:00 GMT -5
Chastisity just laughed again, a short bark. She enjoyed being a puppet, being under the control of someone stronger than she. She had her independence, she chose whether or not she obeyed her master, where she went on her free time, she chose what mission she did for her boss. She had been given free will, she could walk away right now and never serve Satan again.
"I choose to walk the lands of God to serve my father. Satan gave me existence. I'd be nothing if he hadn't made me. I was created to do his bidding. And I enjoy doing it. If I choose, I don't need to exist in this world. There are millions of others, some create by Satan, some by God." she snarled at him. "I go where I please, when I please. I may be Satan's dog, but he has no leash on me."
Disappearing once again, she reappeared at his side. Again her outfit was changed, a simple plain colored blouse and skinny jeans. She placed a hand on his shoulder, gripping hard.
"I could walk away right now if I so choose." she whispered.
OOC: yeah, she fears God because she fears good. She fears things different from her. She fears a higher power that allows independence, she fears independence in general. Her whole existence (I can't call it "life" considering she isn't TECHNICALLY alive) she has been told what to do. She hasn't had free will. She's had the option, but she's never been brave enough to use it. She likes being told what to do. She doesn't want independence, so she doesn't use it. She fears it.
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Post by {Kraftmektig-Hauk} on Feb 26, 2011 2:39:32 GMT -5
Isaac blinked when the woman vanished, jumping when she appeared at his side. He smirked. Satan's dog, huh? He could only think of one thing to say to that.
"Woof."
His lack of sleep was starting to effect him. Isaac tipped back his head and bellowed a laugh that he cut short with a dry cough. His wings beat the air strongly, and one of them knocked Chastisity away with a hard thump. "Fine, bitch," he grumbled, his mood back to usual; bored and tired, "if I'm being irrelevant, how about you chose, hm? And don't pitch me shit about how that's totally out of the question."
Isaac placed one hand heavily on his hip. "And make it quick. Unlike you, who is perfectly pretty by breed, I need beauty sleep. And it's been super hard with this Nephilim thing going down. So either kill me or just piss off." He had his back to her. With his free hand, he pinched the bridge of his nose. "I'm not in the mood for people that don't even matter tromping into my life when I'm going through a mental crisis."
Make your move, he added mentally. 'Cause I'm about to have a gay-boy freak out. And I can almost promise that is stronger than my angelic nature.
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Post by Rose~Thorn on Apr 7, 2011 19:36:31 GMT -5
Chastisity gave the boy a quizzical look. Was he done even fighting? Her kills lost all amusement once her prey stopped playing.
"First, I'm not naturally pretty. Why do you think most succubi and inccubi feed off of the lust of the opposite sex? It's what gives us everything. I wouldn't be able to maintain any physical shape in this world without enough support from what I feed off of. If I only fed off of fear and life, I would be a hideous wench with only the ability to change my hair and clothes and skin color. I have to work just as hard as you, if not harder." she said, once again disappearing briefly. When she returned at his other side, she was dressed in the same skimpy outfit, with the same hair, but her face was wrinkled, sagging with the lines her true age would have brought. Her nose was elongated and hooked at the end. Zits and warts covered the skin. And on her neck was a huge spot of decomposing flesh.
"This is what I look like without my lust energy. See this wound?" she pointed to the rotting hole in her saggy skin, "It happened a long time ago. Some inccubi got pissed at me for whatever reason and cut me. This only healed because of my lust energy. Without the lust, all of my wounds are opened and I look my true age.[.b]"
Chastisity suddenly looked down at herself, swearing under her breath. She had forgotten about releasing her lust energy. If she did that, she would need to make a kakkai first to keep it contained around her. She had forgotten to this time.
"Well it looks like you'll have to put up with a hag. I can't go back for awhile." she muttered, more to herself than Issaic. She was tempted to ask an Inccubus for a quick fix.
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Post by {Kraftmektig-Hauk} on Apr 17, 2011 9:29:18 GMT -5
Isaac took a glance at her and squeaked rather femininely, taking a staggering step away. "By God, you get ugly!" he said when his mind couldn't come up with anything else. "How can lust power do that?" And how can I do that? his mind added wearily. Man, he needed some beauty sleep. Or just sleep where he wasn't being haunted by dreams.
Realizing he was staring, Isaac looked away. Why was she telling him all of this when she was going to kill him? And she had the perfect opportunity. He was done trying to protect himself. She was strong, and Isaac hadn't learned how to fully tap into his Nephil powers yet and not become another person. She had won.
"Alright then," he muttered. "If that's all you need to show me, aren't you going to do your job? Whatever the Devil wants with my soul, whatever. Isaac needs his damn sleep." He rested his hands on his hips and tipped his weight to one side of his body, cocking out one leg at the knee. He was done.
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